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suspects some…
        What makes you…?
        Just a feeling.
        Has she said anything?
        No, no.
        Anyway, who gives a fuck, actually?
        Well, I don't want to…
        I mean, I just don't give a fuck if she knows or she doesn't know.
        This isn't the right time, that's all. I just don't want her to find out right now, that's all.
        When is the right time, Dan?
        Not now. If we're gonna do this, we have to prepare for it. Sure, prepare.
        Otherwise she walks off with everything I've got.
        You'll never be ready to leave her.
        That's not true, Rita.
        It's true. You can't take me away for a weekend, you're going to leave her?
        Well…
        You can't even take me out to dinner.
        Not right now, Rita.
        I must be dreaming.
        It's too dangerous right now.
        Why? If she hasn't said anything…
        She hasn't, but…
        Then what makes you think…?
        Just a feeling. I thought I saw somebody.
        What do you mean?
        I don't know. Just a feeling.
        You saw somebody? Here? Tonight?
        I'm not even sure.
        But here?
        No. The past couple of days. Just a feeling.
        Silence.
        Then:
        I don't want to get caught, Rita.
        We won't get caught.
        I don't want to.
        We won't.
        A deep sigh. Silence.
        Matthew listened.
        How much time have we got?
        The woman. No answer from Nettington.
        Dan?
        Mmm.
        What are you doing there?
        Looking.
        At what?
        That car across the street. Was it here when I got here?
        What car?
        Across the street.
        What kind of car?
        I can't tell from here.
        Well, what color is it?
        Blue? Green? Come take a look.
        I don't want to take a look.
        Does anybody across the street own a blue car? Or a green one?
        I don't know what they own. What time do you have to leave?
        I've got an hour or so.
        Then come here.
        Silence.
        The tape unreeled.
        There were only sounds on it now.
        Harsh breathing.
        Rita moaning.
        And at last:
        Oh, Jesus, give it to me!
        And she screamed.
        And the tape ended.
        

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        At three o'clock that Monday afternoon, the Cubans who'd been looking for Alice Carmody finally found her. One of the Cubans asked her, "Where's Jody?" but his accent was so thick that Alice didn't know who he meant at first. She said, " Who? " and he smacked her.
        She thought Boy, what a shame it is, these fucking spies taking over Miami Beach, next thing you know they'll be taking over Kansas. She didn't even know where Kansas was. She was in a cheap hotel on Collins and Sixth, that's where Alice was when they found her. Alice was a junkie, and she hadn't had a fix since ten o'clock this morning, and they were asking her questions she couldn't understand, these two fuckin' spies.
        "You seest'," one of them said.
         "What?" Alice said.
        " Tu hermana," the other one said.
        Alice gathered he didn't speak English, the other one. Fuckin' spic, she thought, and he smacked her, as if he could read her mind. He said something in rapid-fire Spanish to the one who spoke English. Must've been three thousand words he spewed at him, but all Alice caught was the name Ernesto. She figured the one who spoke English-not that he'd get a prize, but at least it was English-was named Ernesto. The greaseball she didn't know his name yet.
        Ernesto said, "Listen, okay?"
        "I'm listening," she said.
        "Wha' we wann to know ees where ees you seest'."
        "My what?" she said.
        "You seest', you seest'," he said, patiently.
        "Oh," Alice said.
        "Ah," he said.
        "My sister, you